Madison lowered her voice. “There’s something you should know.”
Jason looked up then, as if he had felt the words leave her mouth.
His eyes sharpened.
“Madison,” he called.
She flinched.
It was small, but I saw it.
So did Daniel.
Madison turned toward him automatically. Jason’s face had smoothed itself back into charm, but his eyes were warning her.
“Come here,” he said softly.
A year ago, I would have obeyed that voice even if it wasn’t directed at me.
Madison hesitated.
Then she did something that surprised all of us.
She stepped closer to me instead.
“He has a storage unit,” she whispered quickly. “Not under his name. Under his mother’s maiden name. I went there once with him. There were boxes of old files. Drives. Medical records, I think. He told me never to mention it.”
